Acceptance and the End

This is a blog post I've been meaning to write for a while. Something I've meant to do but didn't, but the time to come out and say it isn't any better or worse than it was yesterday or the day before. I should have posted this probably a year ago, but hey.

Without any other obstruction or delay:

I've decided to quit being an author and/or professional writer.

That's it, that's all. You can stop reading now and go about your day. Or read on just for some little insight or something.

Truth be told, I haven't been writing at all really. What I have written, I don't really like. There were a number of factors that played into this decision. Number one among them was the confidence-destroying beta reader I dealt with who I basically paid to shit all over something I was proud of - probably the work I was most proud of, really. Number two is my own lack of enthusiasm over just "writing" anymore. Me writing, much like me playing the piano, is something people tend to target for the not-so-nice kind of criticism. I've dealt with, honestly, more than enough bullshit in my grad school classes over writing to really want to be bothered anymore. Number three, and my last point, is I really don't care for the process anymore. I don't like having to write and edit and find cover art and coordinate deadlines and rely on people to do stuff and etc, etc, etc.

My writing ability just isn't what it used to be anymore either. Some how it fell off, don't know why, don't really need to find out why either.

I'll still be writing, but whatever I write will be mine and mine alone. No one besides me will see my work again.

Everything I have written that is available for sale will remain up on Amazon until I have the time to remove it. Eventually I'll delete this profile as well.

Until then...

Cheers, mates.